For the past several days it has been raining. This constant two and a half days of precipitation wasn’t anything special. Dreary and varying between a drizzle to a steady rain, the sky stayed grey moving at times toward dark grey and the air got colder. As I walked in this morning the sidewalks were wet and leaves were strewn across the pavement. No matter which route one might opt to walk, sidewalk or street it was a slippery mess. The seasons change and that is okay.
Less than a week remains until Halloween. We have no candy in the house. Our decorations are up, fake tombstones, skulls in the dirt partially covered and a picture of Pennywise peering out of the garage next to an illuminated red balloon. We can get in the spirit or spirits of the scary day but the candy has to wait. It is so easy to fall into a bag of mini Hershey bars and a week’s worth of careful eating would be shot all to hell. I saw a picture of Halloween from several years bags and to me my jowly face was one scary mask.
When fall comes and in actuality it has now come, the pace of life changes. The tenor of exchanges is sped up because you don’t linger over street side conversations in cold air. When fall comes people hunker down. These things are neither good nor bad, they just are.